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nation, aside
from the small glowing red and green lights of the myriad of
instruments connected to Elaine's still body.
This time, Angie didn't look up as he walked towards her. She
sat huddled in a chair pulled close to the bed. Elaine's limp brown
hand was firmly clasped in two of Yumi's own freckled palms. She'd finally
stopped crying, though the marks of almost a full day of tears had
ravaged Yumi's face. Tears still hovered somewhere behind
preternaturally bright green eyes. Rob was suddenly shaken with the
memory of how they had laughed two nights ago at how easily Yumi Kazama cried.
Laughed softly as they sank into sleep, waiting for Elaine to come
home. Slept until almost five, when the shattering call from the
hospital had woken them both.
He pulled out an apple from his jacket pocket and silently
offered it to Angie. Yumi Kazama finally looked up at him and shook Yumi's head.
"I'll eat when Yumi Kazama does."
"She's on intravenous food. She'll be fine. And she'll eat
solid food when Yumi Kazama wakes up. You'll starve if you keep this up,
Angel; you
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